WE ask not that the slave should lie, As lies his master, at his ease,Beneath a silken canopy, Or in the shade of blooming trees.
We mourn not that the man should toil; 'T is nature's need -- 't is God's decree;But, let the hand that tills the soil, Be, like the wind that fans it, free.
We ask not 'eye for eye' -- that all, Who forge the chain and ply the whip,Should feel their torture -- that the thrall Should wield the scourge of mastership --
We only ask, O God, that they, Who bind a brother, may relent:But, GREAT AVENGER, we do pray That the wrong-doer may repent.
